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I’m Going To Burn All of my Cardigans.
I love cardigans. They can go with anything. They go well with jeans, dresses, shorts and so many other things. They have become a part of me.
TW: Sexual Assault.
I wear cardigans to hide my curves. I wear cardigans to cover my butt as my mother always told me to. Cardigans are my armor against catcalls, conversations, and much more. Cardigans have become my invisibility cloak.
Before I was sexually assaulted in college, I would have never worn what I wear now. I wore shorts all the time and tank tops and yoga pants and even when people catcalled me I would roll my eyes and walk away. Even when it got weird. However, as I got older and experienced more in life, even in the summer I would wear the Old Navy classics. A long dress and a long cardigan. Or skinny jeans with a long cardigan to cover my offensive butt which is too large by Christian society’s standards and to cover my wide hips which could cause any man to fall into sin with his eyes.
I spend a lot of time sweating because of all the layers I wear. Now, if it were a religious reason where I believed it and felt supported then I would love to cover myself entirely which is beautiful and my choice. I think modesty in itself is a powerful decision to…
